>The Apple Clan was well known in Equestria for their unique gift for raising apples.
>While other farms often possess some apple orchards, the fruit they bear is mundane at best.
>Every Apple Family apple is infused with the love, care, and magic of their storied lineage.
>For most of the harvest, it means a perfectly crisp apple that tastes like sunshine given form.
>Many other Earth Pony families can come close, but what sets the Apples apart is that they are the sole family that can cultivate magical strains of fruit.
>Every few generations a particularly lucky Apple finds or creates a new magical breed.
>The last was Granny Smith, who found the well-renowned zap-apple.
>But there were many that came before it, each as varied as the ponies that raised them.
>The juice filled splash-apple, which grew as nothing more than apple juice in a stretchy skin.
>The invigorating jolt-apple, able to refresh the mind and keep a pony awake for hours.
>The Appanacea of myth, often used in fables to cure fatal wounds and illness.
>It’s even said that the legendary golden apple tree in Celestia’s garden was first tended by Apple hooves.
>Much like the zap-apple these breeds all require unusual methods to cultivate and harvest, or even just to store or preserve.
>And throughout history, only the Apple Family has proven that they have the skill and spirit to do it.
>Now, thanks to Applejack’s curiosity and months of work, a new strain of magic apple was about to burst its way into the public’s eye.

>”You reckon’ they’re ripe?”
>”Eeyup.”
>”Ah Dunno, there’s still some yellow patches on half of ‘em. I’m thinking we should wait to buck it until tomorrow.”
>”Eenope.”
>”Mac’s right Sis, we lost the whole tree when we waited on the last one.”
>”Eeyup.”
>A rubbery creak sounded as a particularly ripe and red apple quivered on the tree.
>”Ah guess you’re right. Leave ‘em there much longer and they’re gonna start poppin’ again.”
>”Eeyup.”
>Applejack reared back, and cleared the tree of fruit with one stout kick.
>A small foamy spurt accompanied each stem as it separated from the tree.
>The waiting bushel’s below caught her harvest, piling high above the rim of the wooden bins.
>The sounds of straining rubber and fizzing accompanied the expected thunks of landing apples.
>”Alright, let’s get these back to the barn and wash ‘em up. I can’t wait to finally sink mah teeth into one.”
>AJ and Applebloom loaded the bushels of apples into a cart, and Big McIntosh hitched himself to it in short order.
>The apples themselves quietly groaned and creaked with every bounce of the cart, barely audible above the squeak of the axle.
>”They’re gonna be so juicy, AJ! I ain’t never seen an apple so juicy it exploded before! Think they’ll do anything funny like the Zap-apples?
>”Eeyup.”
>“Me too. And with how many of these things we can grow, I’m sure it won’t be long before we figure out how ta turn them into a big ol’ pile of bits. If we can make anything like the zap-apple jam out of ‘em we’re gonna have ourselves a new crop takin’ up the west orchard.”
>After a few minutes of travel, the cart rolled to a stop.
>Atop the pile in the cart, a single apple refused to stop with the others and teetered forward before rolling down the stack of fruit and bouncing over the cart’s wall.

>The apple landed in front of Applebloom and rolled about a foot away before she stopped it with a hoof.
>”Gotcha! Whoa, check this out Sis!”
>The top of the apple-stem was fizzing slightly, and the whole thing was buzzing lightly in her grasp.
>Applebloom shook it before raising it to her ear to listen.
>The fizz intensified.
>”It’s like a soda-pop!”
>Applebloom shook it even harder and listened again, while the fizzing from the top started to turn into a thick foam.
>Applejack noticed the sides of the apple started to bow and strain.
>”’Bloom, you may not want to put that so close to-“
SPLAT
>The apple’s skin burst apart in a thick foamy spray with the consistency of applesauce.
>It coated the right side of Applebloom’s head in a sticky and still-fizzing paste.
>“-your face…”
>The filly shook herself free from most of the apple splatter, sending it flying away in yellowish arcs.
>“That was kinda neat.”
>“Well, I guess we learned not to shake ‘em too much. Let’s grab a couple, scrub’ em, and try em.”
>”Eeyup.”
>In short order, Applejack had a brilliantly shined apple in her grasp.
>”So whatcha’ gonna name it?”
>”Nothin’ yet. I gotta see what it tastes like, first.”
>Applejack took a crisp bite from the fruit, and it made a sound halfway between a crunch and popping the cap off of a soda.
>She chewed and swallowed with a triumphant smile.
>”Yum! Well, it’s tasty alright. Sweet with a touch of spice. And it tickles going down. Kinda like some kind of sparkling apple.”

>Two bites in, Applejack felt the first rumble in her stomach.
>After she swallowed AJ released a short and sharp burp.
>”Pardon.”
>”Uh… AJ?”
>A deep gurgle in her gut was followed by a second, and much louder, belch.
>“Fwew, glad Rarity wasn’t around for that one.”
>Patting her belly to settle it, Applejack was surprised when she made contact with it much sooner than she expected.
>“What in tarnation?”
>Looking down, the mare saw what her siblings had already noticed.
>Applejacks middle was swelling outward.
>“Whew, these are a mite more fillin’ than they look, huh?”
>Another rumble cut through the air, but no belch followed.
>Her stomach pushed out further, making her look like she had just left brunch at an Apple Family event.
>”Oh wow, I’m startin’ to feel pretty full.”
>“I can, uh… see that, Sis.”
>”Eeyup.”
>Another growl rumbled inside her as Applejack’s firm belly kept distending.
>”Oooh, make that too full.”
>The bloating mare stumbled back a step, leaning back to rest herself into the barn’s wall.”
>”It’s gettin’ kinda heavy, too. I think there’s more in there than just gas.”
>Applejack rubbed her medicine-ball belly in small circles, ruffling the fur and massaging the tight swelling of flesh beneath.

>Applebloom took a tentative step backwards.
>”Hey Mac…”
>”Eeyup.”
>”You don’t think… You remember what happened with the first crop?”
>”Eeyup.”
>”An’ the apple that came off the cart?”
>She took another step back, as Applejack began to slowly slide down the barn wall towards a small pile of hay at the bottom.
>”How they, well, kinda exploded?”
>”… Eeyup.”
>Applejack finished her slow slide into the hay, bloated stomach heaving up and down with every breath.
>”Ah ain’t gonna, -oooh- gonna explode, Applebloom. B’sides… its starting to feel pretty good, bein’ all stretched out like this.”
>By now her stomach had grown to the size of a beachball, and it was starting to obscure the rest of her.
>Another long gurgle didn’t reassure the other two, and as it trailed off the gurgle transitioned into a groan as the magic apple fought to make more space.
>Applejack’s cheeks flushed red, and her head lolled back for a moment.
>The overwhelming fullness in her stomach evoked a much different kind of pressure building inside her.
>Applejack’s gravid middle slowed it’s swelling, but the groaning only picked up in speed and volume and she only blushed harder.
>This both Applebloom and Big Mac took two steps away.
>”Ah think you may be wrong on this one, Sis…”
>”Eeyup.”
>The taut orb of Applejack’s stomach was growling with a cacophony of creaks, groans, and other unmistakable sounds of being stretched to the absolute limit.”
>”Ooooh, whatever was in that apple made my belly extra ferocious!”
>Applejacks navel appeared to be in agreement.
>A second later it popped out, as the very last bits of space inside her filled up.

>Applejack’s massive round gut bobbed up and down with her heavy breaths.
>She pulled on and rubbed the bottom of her distended swell, reveling in the feeling.
>”Ooooh, this feels…, ah, just a bit more.”
>Applejack started working her massaging circles lower, leaving the bottom of her swell and moving further south.
>”Eenope!”
>Big Mac instantly scooped up Applebloom and covered her ears, before he began to beat a hasty retreat from the barn.
>“Oooh! Yes! I ain’t never felt thi- ahhh! This full!”
>Even as far away as they were, the sounds coming from Applejacks catastrophically over-stuffed stomach were clearly audible.
>It made a crushing rush of groaning and stretching, accompanied by more vocal groans and moans.
>”Ah’m almost… Ah can… Just…”
>As he passed through the door and turned, Big McIntosh got one last glance at his critically bulging sister.
>The center of her globe was a strained patch of reddened hide.
>The tension was visible, tracing taut lines away from her sides and across her rumbling body.
>Applejack had released herself and lay spread-eagled on the hay, eyes rolled back and hips involuntarily twitching.
>”Almost… Ah… Gonna…”
>Big Mac fully rounded the corner and she left his sight.
>”So… Tight…”
>”Ah’m… gonna- ooooh, gonna ex- ah! gonna explode…”
>”Ah’m… Ah’m… Ah-”
>A loud wet slap tore through the barn.
>Afterward, there was only heavy panting, and the slight fizz of the widely splattered apple mush.
>”’Mac?”
>Applejack sat up from beneath a pile of foamy applesauce.
>”Ah think I know how we’re gonna sell these.”